Weather and Rain Materials Horizontal Edition

I like the wind, the warm and comfortable sea breeze in the south and the biting cold wind in the north, all of which make me deeply moved and romantic!

However, I prefer rain, the falling rain of lightning and thunder in the south, and the autumn rain in the north all make me sad and lingering, so my screen name is Storm Beauty!

I like rain, like it as pure as water, as hazy as clouds, as hazy as fog. I also like to walk alone in the street in the drizzly dusk, following the rhythm of the rain; I like the feeling of rain dripping quietly on my body. It was a very gentle touch, just like a pair of hands caressing me gently. I like autumn rain, especially the beautiful moment when raindrops splash on the ground ... It seems that all rainy songs have sad stories, and I listen to the rain and experience every rainy story on this rainy night. There are few pedestrians in Qingxin Street, which is very clean and quiet. A tree in the street has been blown by the autumn wind and washed by the autumn rain, and leaves are floating down from the branches one by one, adding a bit of tranquility and deep breath to the air. Autumn stirs heartstrings, autumn wind disturbs thoughts, autumn moon gives birth to feelings, autumn rain lingers, and autumn leaves are beautiful.

I like sitting alone in front of the window on rainy days, quietly meditating and feeling silently ... The rain outside the window drips in my heart like tears, quietly listening to the dripping rain, and suddenly a trace of inexplicable melancholy rises in my heart. Tears in my heart are long and lingering, mixed with a little melancholy and helplessness. Rain is the sad tears of the clouds. When the clouds are cloudy, my heart always cries lonely and lonely. It is a heart rain that falls from my heart. No matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains. Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory. Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster. Breaking up is always on rainy days. Why does it have to be rainy? When it rains, the rain is cool, when it rains, it is gray and cold, and when it rains, it is sad.

I don't know when I started. I am addicted to my own world on the Internet and don't want to communicate with others. I like to stay quietly in noisy chat rooms and be surrounded by strange names. Nobody cares about my loneliness. And I, just a trance-like shadow, wandering in this familiar chat room, let the years fall into my indifferent eyes. . .

I like the night, and I like to write my mood online at night. I'm so lonely, totally my own. I like to read affectionate articles on the Internet, write some sad words, and use words to understand a person. I like to listen to my heart, and I am shocked by the collision of connected souls. When my soul, and I silently opposite, I finally know, get rid of all the constraints of the secular, an indifferent leisurely life is how not enviable. Don't worry about the world, don't fight for fame and fortune, and add elegance to life. The exquisite beauty of "flying freely is as light as a dream, and the drizzle is as fine as sorrow", enjoy life and be the transcendent elegance of nature's bosom friend. . . .

Once upon a time, I always thought that if I put my mind at ease in the love world I created, I would be safe, unable to get in or out. From then on, I never expect to touch the wonderful world of the internet. I won't bother anyone, and I won't get hurt. I will sow and reap gently. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, this seems to be a far-fetched idea. In my mind, it is like a post station on a long road, the end of a long life, and a pure land in my heart; This is not melodramatic, but sincere.

A person is a little lonely, but his heart is free, not trapped in the world of mortals, and relatively lofty and refined. Nothing is difficult in the world, so why bother yourself. Let go of your mood and get a peaceful, peaceful and free mood. Rain washed away the glitz in people's hearts, cleaned up the chaos of heaven and earth and calmed people's mood. Sometimes, it is raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining. There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison. The heart is clear, and the rain is clear; When the heart is raining, sunny is also rain. The rain fell asleep and my heart danced with it. . .

Thoughts on rainy nights

The night is invisible, and the black net covers you and me. I can't see you in a short distance, and you can't see me clearly. The only thing that can't be covered is intermittent rain, silk, thread and long line. Rain, falling on the treetops, was blocked by branches and leaves; Fall into the field and be absorbed by the soil; Fall into the pool and be assimilated by light waves. Only when it falls into people's hearts will it germinate and grow into boundless thoughts.

On a rainy night, there is only one you, just like a clove. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I walked through the long alley like rain and slowly walked into my eager eyes. The weather is beautiful and lightning is delivered in time. In an instant, the oil-paper umbrella is gently raised, and the waterfall-like hair, bright eyes and red lips are your sketches, which outline the extraordinary and breathtaking "stunning"! Press the oil-paper umbrella gently, and the picture will be fixed under the oil-paper umbrella-a lilac-like long skirt. At this moment, I don't understand the amorous feelings of the rain silk woven into cloth, cicada-like cloth, and my eyes should not be hazy.

Often on a rainy night, I used to stand in the corner of a long alley and stare at the other end of the alley. I secretly look forward to your appearance. I hope to capture details beyond silent eyes and red lips again, even tiny fragments like rain, as materials to fill the big blank on my drawing board. My expectations are not high!

Wait until disheartened, tired and weak, quietly, you come, like seeing you for the first time, walking in with an oiled paper umbrella, dancing, …, passing by.

Heart, mercilessly beaten by rain, can't see blood, only tears, tears flow into a river. Lilac-like you are always here, and the oil-paper umbrella is always on your back, but opportunities are often missed.

What should be used to fill the blank on the canvas?

Thoughts on rainy nights

Tonight. It was a rainy night. But what I love is not the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. This is a night with typhoon and heavy rain.

Go home from work at half past ten. I didn't see the rainstorm until I went downstairs. Everyone else is waiting in line for the rain to stop, consciously or unconsciously. Then get off work. They dare not rush in in the rain. But I dare. I did it.

Go into the rain. I can feel the strange eyes of others. I don't care. The wind is blowing from me. I can't control my steps. I can't control myself, just like I chose to give up in this pursuit. But I still have to move on. I have to go back to the dormitory. Go to the finish line.

I will go home soon. The typhoon came head-on with rain. The raindrops on my face are cold and cold. Didi plunged into my heart. It hurts with cold. The wind rolled up my T-shirt. Let the cold raindrops surround me and then overflow every inch of my skin. The purpose is strange. I feel numb. It's like giving up. I'm quiet inside. Face it calmly but get more and more flustered. The strong wind forced me to take a few steps back. I had to turn around to keep my balance. You won't fall to the ground in the competition with it. In this pursuit, I have to retreat to the starting point, and then turn my back and return to the original trajectory of life. Despite the heartbreaking pain. But I have no choice. I can only do this. I have to smile and bless each other. Only in this way will I feel great loss because I choose to give up.

Close your eyes quietly. Let the typhoon blow my weak body. Until I tremble. Let the storm wash away your skin. Waste your soul. Let it take away every moment of laughter in this pursuit. I'm a little tired. And then slowly broken bit by bit.

Go home. Look at the ceiling quietly. Quietly listening to the typhoon blowing the trees in the back hill and making a low roar. Listening to the heavy rain beating on everything in the world, making unrecognizable sounds. Light a cigarette quietly. Let my thoughts go into memories. Let your thoughts drift to the future. Let my thoughts stay on this rainy night until they slowly solidify. Condense me in every moment of this rainy night.

Tonight, I feel the sudden rain in the yard quietly. It's like quietly feeling the rush of pursuit.

Tonight. I just want to sleep quietly in the rain, and my dream is blank.

Listen to the rain.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu

I like to listen to the sound of rain in Mao Mao alone at night. I think rain is a natural spirit. Turn on the desk lamp, sprinkle warm yellow light, make a cup of fragrant tea, savor it carefully and listen quietly. ...

When I opened the window, the fresh earthy fragrance floated in with the falling rain. Oh, I can only feel unspeakable and unspeakable comfort. I want to listen to the natural rain again with the grace of Yi 'an, the boldness of Dongpo, the indifference of Nalan and the artistic conception of Nalan.

Spring rain is small and warm. She is fresh but not charming. She is slim, but full of energy. She always talks about the remoteness and warmth of spring in detail. Yu Xia's boldness makes people happy. She is like an amazing masterpiece. Sometimes mountains and rivers run, sometimes thousands of miles run, and sometimes mountains and rivers are refreshing. The bitter autumn rain makes people feel pity. Sometimes she sings and sometimes she wants to talk about it. Winter rain is no longer reserved, but her manners are dignified and elegant. Listening to the rain of four seasons, I don't feel sad.

Rain is spiritual, and she seems to "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently" according to people's wishes. Rain is also gentle, and there is no feeling of "getting wet in clothes, raining apricot flowers and blowing cold willows". Rain is still enchanting. "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass in the distance is very close." Whenever it is easy to celebrate in the cold and summer, I always feel that the world is sinister and the world is rolling, so I yearn for that "green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to return."

The tea in the cup has been finished, and I don't want to pour another cup. Miao Yu once said, "One cup is good, and two cups will become a foolish thing to quench your thirst."

Wind and rain make wisdom.

Wind belongs to art, and rain is close to philosophy.

Like a person listening to the rain at night, listening to the natural melody, "once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever." She keeps me thinking, just like a white cloud floating in my heart, making it quiet and lofty.

The more sophisticated a mortal is, the more witty he is, and the less elegant he is. I'd rather be less witty and more elegant. Committed to converting to the elegance of nature.

In the dead of night, listening to the rain with the lights on, I feel like I'm smiling.

Rain in my heart

"Rain", a simple word, is nothing in some people's eyes, but for me, it is like a beautiful and warm sunshine at the end of life. It illuminates everything in your life and cleans all the dirt in your heart for you. ...

Grandma, who is always so carefree, seems to have been divorced from anyone and anything in life. I remember when I was five years old, on a rainy day, I leaned against my grandmother and asked her, "Grandma, grandma, why don't you cry?" Don't you have anything to worry about in your life? Grandma gave me a look and asked me with a smile, "Do you want to know?" I nodded hard: "Like me, my mother hit me and I cried. "She said," Look, "and looked out of the window." That rain. "I looked at the rain and said," Isn't that rain? " "no! It's still a god. "Grandma said." God? "I'm confused. At that time, I thought to myself: Will this rain still give us happiness and luck? " "Yes, it's God, the greatest God in the world," grandma said. It can wash away your dirt, both externally and mentally. "

Later, a few years later, grandma left, forever. There are many cries in the room. I didn't cry, not because I didn't love grandma. I love her and my grandmother. However, a powerful force made my tears evaporate and disappear. When grandma died, she blushed and left with a smile. What is that? What is hovering beside grandma's bed? That's a kind of faith! A belief that will never leave! It followed her closely and never left. Outside the window, it is raining in Mao Mao. ...

After several years, I finally felt the rain in my heart! -The real God!

It's raining, my god. It washed away the external and spiritual dirt for me.

Listen to the rain.

Among the sounds of nature, I like listening to the rain best. It sounds like a song to me, or an elegant or bold sonata.

Listening to my mother, I cried in my mother's arms when I was a child. As long as I heard the falling rain, I would immediately stop crying and lie quietly in my mother's arms, with dark eyes open and holding my breath. Many people feel very cute when they see that serious expression.

When I was five or six years old, when I began to remember, whenever it rained, I always sat by the door alone, propping my chin on my elbow and listening to the sound of rain falling. Sometimes at night, my grandmother will tell me to sleep, but I don't want to leave the door and still sit there, so every time my loving grandmother always sits with me until the rain stops or late at night.

Now, I am 12 years old and have entered youth. I have lost a lot of childish problems, but listening to the rain has not changed, but it has intensified.

There are eight people in my family, and I have a small bed. In order to listen to the rain, I specially put the bed under the window. Whenever it rains, the fresh rain sounds like charming music into my eardrum. Especially at night, I sit in my cot and listen attentively. All the raindrops in the sky flooded into my heart, and my body seemed to swell up, feeling that I had added infinite strength. What a charming moment it was!

Once in a Chinese class, it suddenly began to rain. My old habit came back. I forgot to attend class, looked at everything outside the window, listened to the rhythmic rain, and immersed myself in a wonderful realm. The Chinese teacher found me absent-minded and asked me a simple question. Called me three times in a row, and I didn't react until the teacher patted me on the head.

In case of a storm, the whistling wind is accompanied by the sound of rain, one after another, lightning and thunder, as if there were thousands of troops falling from the sky, which is thrilling. At that moment, I will dance with excitement and my heart will be filled with infinite excitement. It seems that I am going to devote myself to thousands of troops and kill the defeated enemy. I am very happy. Often it has been raining for a long time, but my heart still can't calm down.

Winter is coming, how I long for that vibrant summer, and it can rain a few times, so that bold music can inspire my infinite passion! Composition bar

Listen to the rain.

Lightning and thunder, flowers and trees, spring, summer, autumn and winter ... these are all treasures given to us by nature. Among these treasures, I like the sound of rain best.

So, I fell in love with listening to the rain. The rainy season all the year round brings me different spiritual experiences.

Chunyu is a quiet and elegant little girl. Du Fu's poem said, "Sneak into the night with the wind, and moisten things silently." The spring rain came quietly with the sprouting of branches, and people didn't notice it. But as long as you calm down and hold a cup of fragrant tea in a quiet night, you can imagine such a picture in your mind: the earth is a good rice paper. When the spring rain gently touches the paper, the green will be scattered all over the ground ... At this time, a song "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" outside the window will ring in your ear: "..."

Yu Xia doesn't have such a good temper. Noisy all the way, jumping around in droves. Fall on ripples, windows, the ground ... knock on anything that can make a sound. That rhythmic voice seems to remind you that a rock party is about to start! Then, the wind roared and the sky was overcast. In order to light up the meeting place, lightning was invited, and suddenly night turned into day. Thousands of musicians played music when the baton in the conductor's hand moved. That momentum devours the bullfight and shakes your heart, and your heart can't help but turn up thousands of miles of waves, which makes people completely insomnia.

Autumn has always been called golden autumn. Then let's call it autumn rain and golden rain! In the golden rain, everything fell into the trough of the year. The continuous golden rain brought a little chill, but it also brought good news of harvest to farmers' uncles. Sometimes looking at the rain outside the window, I can't help but draw my own blueprint for life. My mind is like a broken kite. ...

Winter is cold in people's hearts, but winter rain is gentle and sincere. It falls slowly, taking off "white clothes" for trees, cleaning streets and injecting vitality into rivers. This is a symbol of the arrival of spring.

Listen to the rain and listen attentively, and you will be able to interpret the four seasons and realize the true meaning of life!

Chun Yu Yu Xia

Speaking of rain, we know it will rain all the year round, but I like spring rain and summer rain.

The spring rain is really thin, such as ox hair and silver silk; The rain in spring is so soft that it floats on people, and people sometimes don't feel it. Chunyu is like a magician. When it falls on the grass, it turns green. Falling on the flowers, the flowers bloom; When it falls on a tree, it will sprout ... The scenery of spring becomes particularly beautiful in the wand of spring rain. I like the rain in spring,

Summer rain is also indispensable. Summer rain is different from spring rain. How does the summer rain come out? The weather was fine, but suddenly the sky darkened and dark clouds gathered, and soon it began to rain. It rained heavily and splashed on the ground, which was beautiful. It won't rain for a long time in summer, but it will stop soon and the sun will come out again. A colorful rainbow appears in the high sky, which makes the sky particularly beautiful. I like the rain in summer.

I like spring rain and summer rain.

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Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is generous and violent, like a hundred horses singing together and Malik rushing. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."

Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.

Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?

There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...

Look at the rain in summer

There is a lot of rain this summer. Whenever it rains, I can't help lying on the windowsill and watching the rain outside the window.

This summer is really like a child's face. It changes when you say it. It was clear in Wan Li just now, and in a blink of an eye, dark clouds rolled eastward and the wind roared. Then a flash of lightning split the sky in half, and the heartbreaking thunder sounded, and soon the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, as if covered with a black veil. Suddenly, raindrops fell like thousands of broken beads, making a slight rustling sound. The language of rain has been refined and achieved in one go. Summer rain is characterized by fierceness and thunder. ) When it falls to the ground, it immediately becomes a small splash, one is scattered, the other is open, and it is beautiful; When it falls on the soil, the soil greedily sucks; When they landed on the flowers and plants, they lifted their faces and kissed the rain beads; Fall on ... (such words as "greed", "sucking" and "kissing" describe the thirst of all things in nature for rain)

Gradually, gradually, it pours down, and the rain is getting bigger and bigger, like a waterfall falling from the sky, rushing to the earth, which is simply an attack on the earth. Finally, rain poured into the world crazily, and it was (quite) unstoppable. window

The door rattled under the rain. The whole city is shrouded in white rain.

After this lasted for a few minutes, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, the sky gradually lit up, and the rain gradually stopped, but the thunder kept ringing. I like watching the rain in summer, which brings me endless fun and endless reverie.

Look, it's going to rain again ...

Enjoy the midnight rain

The dark night sky seems ready, and the long-simmering summer rain comes late. Tiny raindrops fall from the sky without rhythm and sway with the wind. Uneven, discontinuous, a little bit, waves, gradually, I recognized its melody, which seemed to be its sigh. For an instant, it's so urgent, so urgent. Come with the wind. I don't know whether the wind is too urgent or the rain is too urgent. It's stormy, and the cooperation is always so seamless.

"The rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings." Raindrops come with the wind and are unstoppable. Feel the argument of the storm and listen to its indignation and sadness. Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the window and making a crisp sound. I don't know why I think this is sadness, crying for the night, or shouting for the dawn? I don't know. I don't know when the wind became cool and soft, and the rain faded its last charm. The melody is so beautiful, the rhythm is so euphemistic, slow and orderly, which adds color to the quiet night.

The rain came with the wind, went away with the wind, trickled and intermittent, and left with a trace of nostalgia. Leave footprints for the footprints of the wind, deep and shallow ...

The wind stopped and the rain fell intermittently, as if to make up for this reckless behavior. The wind has gone without a trace, and the rain always drifts with the wind, adding footprints to the fast rhythm of the wind. It's raining so fast! At this time, the eyes are moist, fresh and clear, the dust has been washed away, and the wind has swept away everything that should not have come. Occasionally, I can hear the rain under the eaves, and everything is calm and peaceful again.

Dark night sky, dark rain ...

As the months increase, the weather gets cold.

Tonight, it began to rain, falling from the high night sky. Fall to the ground and make a clear sound of water droplets; It flew to the window and stuck to the glass for a long time. It's watching you! It is asking you! Suddenly, a stream of heat rushed to my mind, and an inexplicable impulse jumped into my mind. I thought about it, ran out of the door, opened my arms and embraced the angel of nature.

It left, came in a hurry, and left in a hurry, bringing warmth and brushing away disappointment.

Here we go again. What did it bring this time? Let me feel it again! It flowed in my hair and face, slowly slipped to the ground, splashing a beautiful crystal flower. I know, I get it. This time, it has brought me vitality and infinite hope.

Outside the window, it is raining, forming a beautiful ink painting like smoke and fog. Raindrops, neither as soft as cow hair nor as hard as flower needles, burst, a little bit, as if they fell on my heart instead of the ground. How helpless and sad it is to put out the lights and drizzle in autumn night.

I sat by the window, listening to the smell of rain, which is a kind of enjoyment-unparalleled, pleasant, peaceful and natural beauty in my mind. Listen to the gentle, deep, whispering, roaring, smiling, singing, shouting and roaring of the rain. Rain is the spirit of nature, and it is as sentimental as human beings. I love the whisper of spring rain, the enthusiasm of summer rain, the sadness of autumn rain and the elegance of winter rain.

Listening to the sound of rain, the sound of rain whispers to the ground like flowers, conveying a kind of yearning, a kind of blessing, a kind of comfort and a ray of warmth. This is a sacred flame that opened my dusty and silent heart.